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Yesterday I worked from home so UPS could pick up the couch and take it away. The man finally came at quarter to 4 and it was such a relief to get those two giant boxes out of my studio. Now I just need to get the refund, and this unfortunate little chapter can be over.

I've been feeling disconnected and a little sad lately. It's ambient, hovering around me like feathers.

I started a new painting this week, something different from what I've done in the past. It's strange doing something new like this; I feel like I'm moving into uncharted waters. It could be a giant mistake in the end, but I'll never know until it's done.